I watched for that, too.

And when he did come--well, I wouldn't have dared to hug him then.

He had his very sternest I-am-not-thinking-of-you-at-all air, and he just came in to supper and then went into the library without saying hardly anything.

Yet, some way, the look on his face made me cry.

I don't know why.
The next day he was more as he has been since we had that talk in the parlor.